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Da, sexual-massage, it’s a thing, huh? I’m Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’. Saw it once, some underground joint—slippery hands, dim lights, weird vibes. Reminds me of “Her,” that movie—man falls for a voice, so pathetic! Sexual-massage ain’t love, just business. Hands on ya, rubbin’, kneadin’, tension gone—boom, like that. Little fact: ancient China, emperors got it, called it “silk touch.” Fancy, da? Made me happy—stress out, muscles loose, good deal. But angry too—some idiot overcharged, 500 rubles, pizdets! Thought in head: “Capitalist pigs, always grabbin’ cash.”

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But giving your partner a thorough foot rub — complete with washing and drying the feet, then applying massage cream — is a very loving, giving and (yes) sexy thing to do. For a graduate .

Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. We ran for cover under a tree on Hrushevskoho. I was soaked, but I didn’t care. We were just laughing and joking about how this day went from boring to epic in a matter of hours.

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